tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30035716951020227832015-08-01T16:16:57.495-07:00Housecat ConfidentialA humorous look into the lives of two suburban housecats.Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.comBlogger1262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-78054169033956966202015-07-30T18:49:00.003-07:002015-07-30T18:49:28.014-07:00Floofy Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnIpdcKmfsA/VbrR9sVaGuI/AAAAAAAAE10/Vbtrg7BDnzE/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnIpdcKmfsA/VbrR9sVaGuI/AAAAAAAAE10/Vbtrg7BDnzE/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you here yet Friday? Friday?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a long week and we're ready for you buddy!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mom's on the final countdown for her current job, and she swears time is slowing down until she starts her new one on the 10th. Luckily she'll still work from home for the same company. I can't imagine what she'd do all day without Greyson and I to snoopervise her!</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">She'll probably still talk away on the phone and type stuff all day, so I don't know why she'd be nervous about it, she does all that now. I mean I wouldn't pay to listen to her all day - but different strokes for different folks.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sure she'll stress about this for awhile. As long as it doesn't disrupt the snack schedule, I'll be there for her. A solid pet settles her right down. It's not easy Friday to keep her in line, but I manage.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-89095772935467392632015-07-28T18:52:00.000-07:002015-07-28T18:52:35.049-07:00The Other CatQuill: Psst, friends I have to tell you something disturbing... I've noticed there's another cat in our house.<br /><br />The other day I jumped on the bathroom counter and there he was! Looking right at, just as startled as I felt. He looked a lot like me too! I know Mom loves a tabby so I guess that's no surprise.<br /><br />Anyway, I went right over to him, and he came right at me too! Mother Fluffer! There he was staring me down, and when I rose up to paw him he did too. I pawed at the glass he hid behind - coward!<br /><br />Then last night I noticed him again behind the mirrored closet doors in the closet. I pawed furiously at the door for long minutes while Mom called out encouragement like "Quill!! Knock it off!!" Then oddly she kept asking if I knew what time it was... yes - 2am. Seriously, her timing was off - I had another cat to chase off.<br /><br />I'm ready for him tonight. I slept in late so I can stay up all night if needed. Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-2442725382859441922015-07-23T20:30:00.002-07:002015-07-23T20:30:46.043-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Ahhhhhhhh! Look how big I can open my mouth Quill. I can prolly fit this whole grass flat in my jaws.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCYbbKlEpPY/VbGvWVPCFEI/AAAAAAAAE1E/_oz7UjIfKZE/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCYbbKlEpPY/VbGvWVPCFEI/AAAAAAAAE1E/_oz7UjIfKZE/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Greyson, get serious. Friday's gonna be here any minute and isn't gonna wanna eat grass you pre-licked. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRWn9oOvh2A/VbGvx0nNZHI/AAAAAAAAE1M/3aOtzbiVNlg/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRWn9oOvh2A/VbGvx0nNZHI/AAAAAAAAE1M/3aOtzbiVNlg/s400/IMG_1830.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Oh is that Friday now?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--0WGIL9FZbI/VbGwpfro1uI/AAAAAAAAE1U/OGP2-wM7eCA/s1600/IMG_1831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--0WGIL9FZbI/VbGwpfro1uI/AAAAAAAAE1U/OGP2-wM7eCA/s400/IMG_1831.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXIfxKz3AEU/VbGw2_rACkI/AAAAAAAAE1c/Ee8du2aRed4/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXIfxKz3AEU/VbGw2_rACkI/AAAAAAAAE1c/Ee8du2aRed4/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: No. You know it's just Dad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Heh, heh. </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-39839328672372467042015-07-16T13:18:00.000-07:002015-07-16T13:18:20.421-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Hey Quill.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: I'm hiding from Monday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXHaB4_UF0o/VagQAVyVk6I/AAAAAAAAE0k/VUL3pqqTwpI/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXHaB4_UF0o/VagQAVyVk6I/AAAAAAAAE0k/VUL3pqqTwpI/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Friday: Well no worries yet - I'm here!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgCcStXiFeQ/VagQAezUXjI/AAAAAAAAE0s/TD0O1hRlcmI/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgCcStXiFeQ/VagQAezUXjI/AAAAAAAAE0s/TD0O1hRlcmI/s400/IMG_1822.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Whew! Thank goodness!</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-69731392274110718802015-07-09T17:31:00.002-07:002015-07-09T17:31:33.001-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Look Friday! I'm back.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdJtvaahmvU/VZ8RoVbZ61I/AAAAAAAAE0E/eoiTJi5VnDY/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdJtvaahmvU/VZ8RoVbZ61I/AAAAAAAAE0E/eoiTJi5VnDY/s400/IMG_1819.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday:Look at those multi-layers of floof! ::Slow Clap:: Respect.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBDycKLvDOI/VZ8R83A-3qI/AAAAAAAAE0M/G2EuET1p_D8/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBDycKLvDOI/VZ8R83A-3qI/AAAAAAAAE0M/G2EuET1p_D8/s400/IMG_1818.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Thanks Friday! Here's my front too, since you haven't seen it in a while.&nbsp;</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-9867896275428329792015-07-08T17:47:00.004-07:002015-07-08T17:47:57.071-07:00InterviewMom: Hey boys, it's 11:55am how about you go see what's up in the kitchen?<br /><br />Two cats fly from the office as Mom quietly shuts the door and dials in for her job interview. Seconds later...<br /><br />Greyson: Mom? Mom!<br /><br />Mom: ::Mutes phone:: Not now son!<br /><br />Greyson: Did you lock yourself in there? Don't worry Mom, we'll get you out! GRAB THE KNOB!<br /><br />Mom: ::Mutes phone again:: Boys quiet!<br /><br />Greyson: TUG ON THE HANDLE! THE HANDLE!<br /><br />Quill: ::Hacks:: Sorry about the hairball - I'm stressed. Mom?! ::Paws Door::<br /><br />Mom: Yes I'd love the new job, future boss guy. I'll get to work from home still right, my co-workers would be pretty disappointed...<br /><br />Greyson: PULL HARDER!! MEOOOOOOOWWW!<br /><br />Quill: Squeak!<br /><br />Mom: ::Opens door:: Boys I got the new job!<br /><br />Greyson: Do they know you locked yourself in your office and couldn't get out without our help?Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-62527317339434087262015-07-06T17:28:00.001-07:002015-07-06T17:28:42.159-07:00RechargeQuill: ::Yawn:: We'll we're pretty tired over here. Spent a lot of time guarding under the bed this weekend with all the loud boomers outside. America is a rowdy party-er. And the party just keeps on going!<br /><br />Greyson: You said it! We're over it! We've been napping all day to get caught up on our sleep.<br /><br />Quill: Yep. We'll have lots of energy stored up for tonight!<br /><br />Mom: Huh? Tonight? Let's get up boys!! Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-75157298460438428992015-07-02T19:55:00.001-07:002015-07-02T19:55:24.606-07:00Floofy Friday<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ZMd1cvc6E/VZX4DWE_S3I/AAAAAAAAEzk/uDdCURppDC8/s1600/IMG_1804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ZMd1cvc6E/VZX4DWE_S3I/AAAAAAAAEzk/uDdCURppDC8/s400/IMG_1804.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: I know it looks like I'm sleeping Friday, but it simply isn't true. See Mom's been working so hard to "Finish Her First Draft" that she sometimes forgets the important things - like cat petting.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I like to take over the desk so she has to stop typing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypnuhNQa-vU/VZX42HYed7I/AAAAAAAAEzs/ZxY8MCa1tTM/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypnuhNQa-vU/VZX42HYed7I/AAAAAAAAEzs/ZxY8MCa1tTM/s400/IMG_1803.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This spot is where her silly old keyboard goes, and I think you can see I make a much better addition to the desk.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Oh yes this is much better Lil'G! Who needs a keyboard? I think we'll all be glad when she's done!</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-72356199147398529492015-06-25T18:52:00.002-07:002015-06-25T18:52:44.057-07:00Floofy Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbKldURUm0Y/VYyupmUAWrI/AAAAAAAAEzI/hwaKUmoKK48/s1600/IMG_1788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbKldURUm0Y/VYyupmUAWrI/AAAAAAAAEzI/hwaKUmoKK48/s400/IMG_1788.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh hey Friday.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">What? A sour face? I suppose I have been a bit sour. Plus I get the squint eye whenever mom breaks out the camera. She's still "working hard" on getting her first draft done. Yawn.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile I have to lay across her desk and let her pet my furs to keep her motivated. The keyboard gets in the way but eventually she moves it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlQQoUCEbjs/VYyupTV_l8I/AAAAAAAAEzE/i8ZL-F2KVJU/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlQQoUCEbjs/VYyupTV_l8I/AAAAAAAAEzE/i8ZL-F2KVJU/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Yes her desk is messy. It's not easy to find a good spot. Imagine how hard it is for the big guy to find his spot. Mom's promised fresh Quill pictures next week. Whatever - I think it's fine that I just take over the blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Heck no Greyson!! And there's always room for me on the desk, mom moves stuff for me too. </div><br />Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-64755737048741511992015-06-18T18:15:00.002-07:002015-06-18T18:15:46.450-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Oh. My. Cod! Mom forgot Quill's Gotcha Day!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right friends, it was MAY 22nd and she totally forgot to even mention it. Sure she'd just broken her laptop and she's been "busy" trying to get her book's first draft done by July 4th, but seriously? His Gotcha Day!? Her Quilly-Bear (I know)?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course Quill was all "It's fine" but I think if you look at the photographic evidence below Friday you'll see a trend....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBAMOc_vd1I/VYNsOnESKAI/AAAAAAAAEyg/OcORfQtdZno/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBAMOc_vd1I/VYNsOnESKAI/AAAAAAAAEyg/OcORfQtdZno/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QuW8HlQY5Q/VYNsOt3gcHI/AAAAAAAAEyY/ex-hEcIrXbs/s1600/IMG_1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QuW8HlQY5Q/VYNsOt3gcHI/AAAAAAAAEyY/ex-hEcIrXbs/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtu4a94jxSs/VYNsOjBymTI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Rs8jlm7KPiI/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtu4a94jxSs/VYNsOjBymTI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Rs8jlm7KPiI/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Way to refuse to submit big bro.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Teach the lady a lesson.</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-34032329770508399522015-06-11T17:44:00.001-07:002015-06-11T17:44:24.447-07:00Floofy Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YILJpC9_QXc/VXopZ_j7dOI/AAAAAAAAExw/WNe7OtNbpaE/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YILJpC9_QXc/VXopZ_j7dOI/AAAAAAAAExw/WNe7OtNbpaE/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh hey Friday! Greyson here! I was just about to teach this toy a lesson.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QKbOd75veo/VXopn06bsPI/AAAAAAAAEx4/kWuzgOzwlkY/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QKbOd75veo/VXopn06bsPI/AAAAAAAAEx4/kWuzgOzwlkY/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chew, chew into submission wand toy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M50xliYj8jQ/VXop0p13aOI/AAAAAAAAEyA/Qk61qn-1-z8/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M50xliYj8jQ/VXop0p13aOI/AAAAAAAAEyA/Qk61qn-1-z8/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whew! What? Oh you're welcome for this gratuitous belly shot. It's been so warm, even I have to air out the floof after a good game.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Where's Quill? He's been very quiet this week, lots of naps under the bed, and that has Mom all aflutter. He says he's "fine" but I suspect Summer Shed season has him down. Of course Mom didn't help when she bought us food the expired A YEAR AGO! Luckily we were smart enough to refuse to eat it, but still! Hopefully he feels better soon - so I have something real to chase. </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-52671144588687651032015-06-04T18:35:00.002-07:002015-06-04T18:35:25.594-07:00Floofy Friday - We're Back!<div style="text-align: center;">Hello Friends and Friday - We're back!</div><br />Two weeks after Mom's laptop meltdown the ole girl's back, with all her stuff still on it. The computer people said it was Windows update that took her down. <br /><br />Anyway, Mom's been super stressed about work and what not. Me and Quill have been doing the usual. Snoopervising, demanding cuddle breaks, and snack distributions. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But the best news?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at this great crate that I've made my new bed! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nqQm82SaTk/VXD6VAdYcvI/AAAAAAAAExY/sJ4aLicw6YA/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nqQm82SaTk/VXD6VAdYcvI/AAAAAAAAExY/sJ4aLicw6YA/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUAky_K7760/VXD6QZVJfsI/AAAAAAAAExQ/rswFmuHDmuE/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUAky_K7760/VXD6QZVJfsI/AAAAAAAAExQ/rswFmuHDmuE/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look it even has paw holes! And it's too small for Quillbert - so it's mine Friday, Mine! Course you can snuggle up in here with me if you want Friday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and we missed our own Seven Year Blogoversary in the laptop takedown! Seven years! Mom can't believe it's been that long. We want a big shout out to all of you - cause if it wasn't for you, Mom would have slacked off six years ago. Love to you all and it's nice to be back!</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-58760099921990062542015-05-25T16:18:00.000-07:002015-05-25T16:18:21.147-07:00Dead Mouse?Well although she's calling it a blessing... I struggle to see it that way. Saturday Mom went to get on her laptop only to discover the mouse was frozen - I saw no mouse. Then her keyboard froze (seemed kinda hot to me).<br /><br />After that there was nothing left to do - wouldn't start up cause she couldn't get anything to move. She called the tech people who made an appointment for Sunday morning - making no promises of safety. She went to a sleepless night with visions of lost pictures and data. And since it was software the warranty due to expire June 1st wasn't going to apply.<br /><br />Divine intervention jumped in made it hardware related - covered under her warranty. So her laptop is in for repair for two weeks! So no surfing for us or posting. So during this forced blogcation Happy Birthday, Happy Gotcha Day, Happy Blogoversary (or Anniversary) - Welcome to new friends - Please don't get sick and if you're feeling unwell, please know we are sending our healing purrs and hugs your way.<br /><br />Now gotta go cause this old laptop has no virus protection and without a working fan is buring a hole in Mom's leg.<br /><br />Love to you!! See you soon we hope!!Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-43217651234794209272015-05-21T19:07:00.001-07:002015-05-21T19:07:11.006-07:00Floofy FridayMom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz<br /><br />Quill: Mom? ::Pokes gently with paw:: Mom!<br /><br />Mom: Huh? Wha?<br /><br />Quill: It's time for Floofy Friday.<br /><br />Friday: Hey-O!<br /><br />Greyson: Um, Friday we're not prepared. Some one is "Tired" and tardy.<br /><br />Mom: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz<br /><br />Quill: Sorry Friday! Hope you'll stick around buddy cause we sure are happy to see you!<br /><br />Friday: No worries boys, I come every week no matter what.<br /><br />Greyson: Wait! Really?<br /><br />Friday: Yep, I come either way.<br /><br />Greyson: Whew! Well don't tel Mom or she might get ideas... <br /><br /><br />Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-2203064598816837392015-05-20T19:16:00.001-07:002015-05-20T19:16:20.285-07:00Diet?So this morning Quill and I were being served our breakfast when things went horribly wrong...<br /><br />I was served first (which is only right) and was enjoying my meal.<br /><br />Then Mom scooped some food for Quill and when she brought his dish to the table she tripped over those big ole gunboats she calls feet.<br /><br />Next thing I knew I was SHOWERED in kibble and SHE DROPPED THE BOWL ON MY TAIL!<br /><br />Naturally I startled and flew off the table taking my own bowl with me.<br /><br />Quill got scared and he ran too.&nbsp; <br /><br />Soon kibble was EVERYWHERE!<br /><br />It took almost FIVE MINUTES before either Quill or I could eat again.<br /><br />What is she trying to put us on a diet?Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-76225034976141869002015-05-14T17:12:00.001-07:002015-05-14T17:12:09.375-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">A photo shoot&nbsp; just for you Friday!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Squee Warning</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILnhqzsIOzs/VVU32MlQw0I/AAAAAAAAEwk/qzzE0zWhye0/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILnhqzsIOzs/VVU32MlQw0I/AAAAAAAAEwk/qzzE0zWhye0/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" width="332" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I look humble Friday?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">This soulful look will get me some Mom Cuddles. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YE8zK8YLpM/VVU4B6MUG9I/AAAAAAAAEws/NzSrgGEQWso/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YE8zK8YLpM/VVU4B6MUG9I/AAAAAAAAEws/NzSrgGEQWso/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is me trying to hide the fact I was a little bit irked after all the "Quill look over here! Quillbert, serve up some Gray Steel." chatter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jagpyN_f4vw/VVU4aLNtW7I/AAAAAAAAEw0/HRw5OSApq6I/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jagpyN_f4vw/VVU4aLNtW7I/AAAAAAAAEw0/HRw5OSApq6I/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I too handsome Friday?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, I don't think so...</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-74750898517117922022015-05-07T17:29:00.001-07:002015-05-07T17:29:26.253-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Who's that?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUI2Bbr3M40/VUv_0_4ytSI/AAAAAAAAEwA/cFyzgJ4azRc/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUI2Bbr3M40/VUv_0_4ytSI/AAAAAAAAEwA/cFyzgJ4azRc/s400/IMG_1711.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Friday - it's only you.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: You look a little freaked Greyson. What's up?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::Whispers:: I thought I saw Monday...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjERocaf_Ks/VUwC5Fid8TI/AAAAAAAAEwM/5eQF2KkO9oE/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjERocaf_Ks/VUwC5Fid8TI/AAAAAAAAEwM/5eQF2KkO9oE/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I was gonna give Monday the Stink Eye.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I don't know if Monday would be that scared off - you still look pretty darn cute with the Stink Eye - and Monday is pretty tenacious. </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-92098864535863660442015-05-06T19:21:00.003-07:002015-05-06T19:21:20.470-07:00So SensitiveSometimes Quill is just too sensitive. Sure I chased him off the bed twice last night - but it was all in good fun. At least I had fun. <br /><br />So he was bored and knocked over our toy box and got a hold of the good catnip toys. The ones Mom only lets us play with under snoopervision because Quill is a paranoid niphead.<br /><br />He's all "Wow look at the pink elephant... What did you call me elephant?... Oh yeah? Bite me Mother Fluffer!..." and then he bites me, like he did this morning when he jumped on the bed for a third time.<br /><br />Of course Mom STILL scolded ME. Said I started it, which I suppose I did, but still. Some cats are just too sensitive. <br /><br />Greyson (The one who can handle his catnip)Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-22695360534398663952015-04-30T16:42:00.000-07:002015-04-30T16:42:00.102-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Oh hey Quill! Whatcha doing?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Helping Mom pick a paint color. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRV26mJ-9p0/VUFqsYuEmlI/AAAAAAAAEvU/oPnB0YlF4fE/s1600/IMG_1693_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRV26mJ-9p0/VUFqsYuEmlI/AAAAAAAAEvU/oPnB0YlF4fE/s1600/IMG_1693_copy.jpg" height="286" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I suggested Tabby Brown and she was trying to match me.&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOXW1l4Sv4E/VUFq45UOPeI/AAAAAAAAEvg/hofzq8KBa7k/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOXW1l4Sv4E/VUFq45UOPeI/AAAAAAAAEvg/hofzq8KBa7k/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;And what goes better with Tabby Brown than Marshmallow Feets White, Tail Gray, or Belly Floof&nbsp; Cream?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1qEf1ssork/VUFq421iP7I/AAAAAAAAEvc/f8BAUu2XYSA/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1qEf1ssork/VUFq421iP7I/AAAAAAAAEvc/f8BAUu2XYSA/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or Kitty Chin Tan?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Wow, it's gonna look great! You and Greyson will be perfectly camouflaged. </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-12826959082876251252015-04-28T18:51:00.003-07:002015-04-28T18:51:26.397-07:00Counsel One of the jobs we face as kitties is to act as counselors and advisers to our humans. Perhaps Mom doesn't think I'm listening when she asks for my advice, because when I weigh in she almost always does something other than I tell her. <br /><br />She asks what she should make for lunch. I say chicken treats and feel free to be clumsy with the drops! She picks something stupid like gluten-free pasta. Yuck.<br /><br />She asks if she should go for a walk. I say yes and take me with you! She goes but shuts the door in my face!<br /><br />Even when the advice is super obvious - like write more - she seems to struggle. She's hopeless.&nbsp; <br /><br />Maybe she listens to Quill's advice cause I always see them with their heads together. Perhaps she listens when the advice comes in a diminutive squeak rather than a cute meow.<br /><br />Though I'm pretty sure Quill would tell her to have chicken treats over gluten-free pasta too.&nbsp; Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-19216584110447819642015-04-23T17:49:00.001-07:002015-04-23T17:49:50.006-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Friday: What? More Baby Quill Pictures!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qme2oW4XLfo/UCgv7QHRBUI/AAAAAAAACV8/ewCOdWkZxZc/s1600/revised%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qme2oW4XLfo/UCgv7QHRBUI/AAAAAAAACV8/ewCOdWkZxZc/s1600/revised%2B2.jpg" height="233" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Look at the smile!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVgZsGjwYpk/UCguJvllTNI/AAAAAAAACV0/FniYSjqBdQ0/s1600/Revised.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVgZsGjwYpk/UCguJvllTNI/AAAAAAAACV0/FniYSjqBdQ0/s1600/Revised.jpg" height="280" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I may have pulled a squee muscle!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to remember to limber up before I come over here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Sorry Friday - we should have put up a warning. We are sure happy to see you though!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Did you get any special treats for your Birthday?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: No! Because I followed him around all day - just in case and there were none!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Well, you gotta sleep sometime...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: What? You had secret Birthday treats that you didn't share? Outrageous!</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-5511912248241822002015-04-20T00:00:00.000-07:002015-04-19T19:07:58.564-07:00Birthday BoyThree years ago today (give or take) my sweet Quillbert came into this world. He was born into less than ideal circumstances - a litter of three to a Mom who was wild and living in the yard of an abandoned home in the Las Vegas suburbs.<br /><br />He might have turned into a feral cat, struggling to survive and having to fight for his life. Instead , he was rescued by the kind Casey who saved the kittens and got them a happier life.<br /><br />Quill is such a sweet boy; my shy and gentle giant. He enjoys patrolling at night and sleeping in. The boy loves his treats. He likes to dance around my legs to show his love. He likes for me to pick him up and cuddle him (which is not always easy - 22ish pounds). Often he waits by the doorways till I smile and wave for him to enter. King Quillbert enjoys making a regal entrance. When I pet him, he purrs and unfolds like a flower.<br /><br />He squeaks his displeasure when the AC filters get too dirty. He rarely speaks above a diminutive squeak. He spends most of the workday curled up under my chair. He loves a nice cave to tuck into.&nbsp; <br /><br />He loves to chase and be chased by Greyson. He could flatten Greyson if he wanted to, but he's always gentle, even when Greyson is not. He rolls over to show his belly whenever my husband asks "Who's a good boy?" cause he knows he is.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love my big bear of a kitty.&nbsp; </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8R2goZbCTmc/T-cTFGiq4cI/AAAAAAAAB08/lZeuHHalaFA/s1600/IMG_3718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8R2goZbCTmc/T-cTFGiq4cI/AAAAAAAAB08/lZeuHHalaFA/s1600/IMG_3718.JPG" height="320" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBAhXQnRn0o/VTRdiOpXtmI/AAAAAAAAEvA/VjZPLRYp-2g/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBAhXQnRn0o/VTRdiOpXtmI/AAAAAAAAEvA/VjZPLRYp-2g/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Quill!</div><div style="text-align: center;">You make your family very happy everyday!</div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-78011783364919371892015-04-16T18:53:00.001-07:002015-04-16T18:53:48.441-07:00Floofy Friday<div style="text-align: center;">Friday:Wow! That is some floof!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C68YvPNxHOI/VTBmpJ8czsI/AAAAAAAAEuo/0rLWql3qNQM/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C68YvPNxHOI/VTBmpJ8czsI/AAAAAAAAEuo/0rLWql3qNQM/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Thanks Friday! I work pretty hard on it. Lots of naps and I sleep in most mornings. I avail myself of lots of petting - helps coax out the floof.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: What about... you know... shedding?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quill: Well you know, it happens. I don't mind a nice brushing as long as I get to chew on the brush at the end of the session - oh and a few treats. Gotta keep my floof-growing strength up. </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-52848409048851929632015-04-15T19:34:00.002-07:002015-04-15T19:34:45.210-07:00So WrongGreyson here to report a Parental Violation.<br /><br />So Quill and I have two litter boxes, but we both prefer the one closest to Mom. We are big fans of the clumping sand litter. We prefer Mom run a pretty tight ship and scoop two to three times daily. She's like a Litter Ninja - swooping in to scoop almost immediately.<br /><br />All of a sudden she had this hair-brained idea to try a crystal litter. Dad was rightfully against the idea - why mess with a good thing. Mom was all "I'd like to scoop less" - can you imagine!<br /><br />Finally she got her way to try a bag. Dad just emptied our box (luckily not our favorite) and put in the new litter. No mixing of litters to warm us up to the idea. Finally Mom went and stood by the scary box and let us sniff the litter, but we both have refused to use it.<br /><br />Naturally we've doubled up in the box closest to Mom.Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003571695102022783.post-50661417469928446072015-04-09T16:01:00.004-07:002015-04-09T16:01:49.802-07:00Floofy Friday<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bS8TNmeXnrI/VScDZ6VtFvI/AAAAAAAAEuM/A02V4iyI6Ro/s1600/IMG_1682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bS8TNmeXnrI/VScDZ6VtFvI/AAAAAAAAEuM/A02V4iyI6Ro/s1600/IMG_1682.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Zzzzzzzz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Greyson?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAoKWssI4Ns/VScDn_ePe0I/AAAAAAAAEuU/GyHX3mexBYw/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAoKWssI4Ns/VScDn_ePe0I/AAAAAAAAEuU/GyHX3mexBYw/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Oh hey Friday! Just napping with Nippy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're spent over here. Aunt Jenny came to visit this week and the house was alive with activity. I like Aunt Jenny, she's an excellent petter! She can even pet with a high degree of difficulty by performing an "Against the Grain" maneuver - which Mom tried to copy unsuccessfully.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Too bad you missed her Friday - I know she's a huge fan of your work.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday: Well that's so nice to hear! I do have a lot of fans out there... maybe not as many as Saturday.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Greyson: Well you're tops in our books.&nbsp; </div>Quill and Greysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625138189901613239noreply@blogger.com16